Writing Love

writing is loving

I will write
and the trees
will drop
their leaves
and the son
will make 
new days.

I will write
and dark
will meet
light
in flashes
of a sky
awake for seeds.

I will write
when the winds
graze my arms
twirling in bounty
across the great
planes of days
forgotten.

I will write
when I wake
when I dream
of the steam
cooking
the land
of lame tunes.

I will write
and no other
shall take
a turn
in the book's
unruly
ascend.

I will write
all the rights
have wronged
in a new song
we will meet
and love,
and love.

Photo by Sixteen Miles Out on Unsplash

This is an original, unpublished poem by Hunni Bloom.

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